Conan's winery play house

Dog is a very sensitive animal in all aspects.

Bai Yujuan felt the malice coming from Bourbon at this moment.

It doesn't understand why its gentle master has become like this.

The same appearance and the same breath, but it gives it a dangerous feeling.

That is not its owner, even if it has the same body.

But it can't do anything but bite what it can.

Even more so because of Bourbon's murderous intent, he refused to let go.

Bourbon squatted down, reached out and grabbed Bai Yujuan's head, forcefully opened his mouth, and released Aito's hand from Bai Yujuan's mouth.

Aitor did not stop Bourbon's actions.

Just like he would not refuse Bai Yujuan to bite him, he would not stop Bourbon from doing anything to Bai Yujuan.

Whatever your family does is okay.

"I'm very disappointed in you for being bitten like this by a dog." Bourbon's hand was clasped in Bai Yujuan's kiss, and no matter how hard the other party struggled, he couldn't break away.

Even because the kiss was held, he couldn't open his mouth to make a cry.

Only some breath sounds can be made from the throat to express pain and fear.

"Have I let you down..." The young man lowered his eyes a little.

"I'm sorry, do you want to punish me?" He meekly lowered his head in front of Bourbon.

Because of his height, Bourbon could only see the furry top of his head.

Bourbon glanced at the frightened incontinent dog, showed an expression of disgust, loosened his hand and threw it aside.

Bai Yujuan, who was free, sobbing and got under the bed.

"Your hands..." Bourbon glanced at the young flesh mold Hu's hands. The gloves were all torn from the biting movements.

"It will be fine soon." Aito also looked at his hand and said with a smile.

Bourbon gave up the idea of ​​taking her to the hospital for rabies vaccination.

And the fact is just as Avicril said, the opponent's hand is indeed healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It only took a minute, but no scars were visible.

Only the tattered gloves and blood on the ground were left to prove what had happened.

Looking at this scene, Bourbon thought of what happened not long ago.

Even though Avril had been shot in the head by the police, the way he still stood up with the bullet hole in his forehead as if nothing had happened is really unforgettable.

"Don't you even feel pain?" So he asked this question.

That's really a little monster through and through.

"I don't know what pain feels like. No one told me." The white-haired boy took off his gloves, revealing the fair and tender, but not beautiful, hands under the gloves.

If there weren't those gray and white scars, his hands would undoubtedly look good.

But those scars are like cracks on fine porcelain, and those who see them can't help but feel pity.

He looked at Bourbon and answered the question obediently.

This answer is very interesting.

He didn't say whether he felt pain, but said he didn't know what pain felt like.

"How did you feel when you were bitten? How did you feel when your head was shot by a bullet?" So Bourbon carried the person out of his room and walked downstairs, asking as he walked.

He no longer plans to stay in that room and plans to change to another room.

There are a lot of empty rooms here anyway.

"How I feel? I feel a little uncomfortable." Aito thought about his feelings thoughtfully.

"You should feel pain." Bourbon sat down on the sofa, put the boy aside and crossed his legs on the coffee table.

"So that feeling is pain?" Aito showed an expression of sudden realization.

In this case, his parents have already let him experience what pain feels like.

"I feel pain." He nodded and said.

"But when I was bitten by the white jade scroll, I didn't feel anything. Why?" Ai Tuo curiously raised a new question.

"So... you only feel a little uncomfortable when you are headshot?" Bourbon asked, leaning on the sofa with an unknown meaning, looking at the boy.

"Well, that's it." The other party didn't mean to hide anything, and answered with a clear and vigorous nod.

"Then maybe... your pain threshold is too high." Bourbon touched his chin and analyzed.

Then he reached out and pinched the young man's face.

Avicril has a round face, which makes the twelve-year-old man look younger and more immature than his actual age.

There is some flesh on both sides of the cheeks, which looks plump and plump, and feels excellent.

Bourbon felt it and gave an evaluation.

"Does this make you feel uncomfortable?" he asked the boy who was sitting on the edge obediently, not even making a move to dodge, as if he could let him do whatever he wanted.

"No." Even though his face was pulled and pulled back by Bourbon, and it even looked a little red and swollen, Aito just shook his head.

"It seems that your pain threshold is indeed very high." Bourbon retracted his hand and came to the conclusion.

Therefore, ordinary injuries have no effect on Avicril, and he doesn't even feel it.

As for a fatal injury such as a headshot, Aiweilier would only describe it as "a little uncomfortable".

This is a matter of pros and cons.

When doing tasks, he will be a lunatic who is not afraid of death or pain, but he will also suffer from cognitive impairment in daily life.

Avril's current character seems to be inseparable from his characteristics.

No death, no sense of pain...

Such a person is separated from the real world by a thick layer of frosted glass, and the boundary between reality and falsehood may not be very clear to him.

It is natural to become a monster that is incompatible with others.

"Brother Che..." Aito sat on the sofa and moved towards Bourbon's position. When he saw that the other party didn't respond, he gave up the test and simply pounced on the other party.

Like an enthusiastic large dog.

Avicrel is indeed a large dog for his size, but...

Bourbon looked at the young man lying on his chest and looked at him calmly.

Whether as a human or a monster, the other party is still just a cub.

"Let me tell you, how about changing a room for me?" Even though there was someone lying on his chest, Bourbon's posture was still relaxed and casual, and even his tone did not change.

He also has no intention of driving the other person away from him.

It is a good thing for him that Avicril is close to him.

It is undeniable that Bourbon does have some preference for Aiwe Lier.

He prefers the inhuman side of the other person and the monster-like posture of the other person.

I also prefer the other person's face to be innocent but his hands to be stained with blood, and he still doesn't feel like there's anything wrong with him.

The nature of people in that world is to admire the strong, pursue evil, and gravitate toward darkness.

and……

Bourbon's hand touched the boy's neck, where there was a collar. The leather was soft and the silver buckle was cold and hard.

But he could still touch the artery on the other person's neck and feel the pulse.

This will give him the feeling that he is in control of a powerful and beautiful monster.

This feeling almost made him feel dizzy and dizzy.

But his reason reminded him that this was an illusion.

"Change rooms? Ah, that was Brother Toru's previous room. Since it is Brother Toru, we should indeed choose a new room..." The white-haired boy lay on his chest and said thoughtfully.

The vibration in my chest when I spoke could be felt through my clothes.

"Yeah, I'm not him, and besides my body, I don't want to use the things he used." Bourbon slowly came back to his senses and said casually.